He had not fully recovered from the injuries he sustained during the fight with the Demon Cult at the docks.
"Brother, Master is waiting for you inside," Mi Weiyi and Xiang Da'nan called out together, both looking noble and full of righteousness.
Zhao Rong raised his hand in response and strode down the small bamboo garden path towards the elegant room.
Just now, someone had been spying on him from the rooftop with their gaze.
Among the fourteenth generation disciples, besides Feng Qiaoyun whose skills had improved, no one else could achieve such expertise in the Breath-concealing Skill.
It must have been Fang Qianju, Uncle.
It was probably also him who had sent advance notice.
Musical instruments and flutes were visible all around inside the elegant room, and various scores were also piled on the shelves.
However,
only Liu was there, Qu Zhiyin was nowhere to be seen.
This person, now seldom seen even by Feifei, was all the more avoiding suspicion at this time.